"I like dead kittens,"
"Dead…kittens…have you gone mad?"
"'ave you lost your mind?"
"D-Don't say such things…"
"Why not? It's true. Fucking love the little bastards. All furry an-"
"And dead Alfred. Dead. You haven't been the same since the war en-"
"Oh stop nagging me! I'm fine, chill out old man," A tall man stood up, the oak chair flying and hitting the tiles ground with a crunch. His fists curled at his sides as his feet led him far away from the table where his so called 'friends' sat. But he knew.
Oh he fucking knew they were conspiring against him just like Ivan had all along. Their knives would fall into his back once more and he'd be the fool, his name of a hero would be stripped and left with the stupid title of the young country that lost control of its ego. But he wouldn't let that happen. Red would pour down the streets of the land of the free, mocking it and falling into that thing….that terrible creature Yao and Ivan so desperately adored: Communism.
They were all against him all wanting to make him cry, make him fail, and make him loose everything he had fought for but a mere three hundred years ago; especially the English…Arthur. Oh his kisses and caresses were hiding his gun, hiding the fact that he wanted to see the one who had made a mockery of him perish along with the term he adored: freedom.
Arthur, always running after him as the sounds of boot clicking the wood filled the corridor. Arthur would come up and calm him down, make him be rational, and lie through his teeth like all the others! Those thing tiny hands would pet his blond hair, coo things in his ear one more all while plotting his demise. Arthur was a fool for thinking he could hide it from him…he would be damned if he was made a mockery of by the one he thought loved him!
"Alfred…what's the matter? You keep running of like this, what exactly has gotten into you?"
"You think you're so clever Kirkland, thinking you can lure me in with your false romantic ways."
"What rubbish are you even talking about? What does this have to do with us? Alfred…I thought you wanted to keep work and our personal life separate."
"Oh I did, but you…you left me for the Reds didn't you Arthur! You want to see me fall to my knees for your merc-"
"Alfred…" Arthur shook his head and reached out but he knew the lies that were about to come. He'd calm him pretend to forgive his ways once more but it was all a part of the plan wasn't it? Feeling those hands touch his back, feeling those cold lips brush on his cheek and those words "…and you need to realize no one is out to get you. I love you."
"Stop lying to me Kirkland…" Smirking as blue eyes filled with madness, shoving the other away from him as he reached into his suit and felt the cool metal that lay beneath his fingers, clicking it into place and smiling "You didn't expect this did you…ARTHUR WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT? DON'T YOU WANT TO COME PLAY?" He shouted as the gun fired filling the air with the stench of gun powder and-
"Alfred…Alfred please wake up," What was that? But…he had killed him. "Alfred you're having a dream you need to wake up! You kicked me you git!"
"A-Arite?"
"Yes it's me and…why are you crying?" Arthur whispered as worried emerald coloured eyes stared into the others both tired form long sleepless nights. "You had that dream again didn't you?"
"M-make it stop Artie make it stop. I k-killed you…" His nightmare slowly feel back into the bubbling thoughts of his mind, nothing coming in between the look he was being given and the feeling of being hugged ever so tightly returning it and burying his nose in sandy blond locks.
"Stop crying it'll be all right, I'm here and I'm fine. No one is coming to get you…" Arthur said with a tone of worry lacing his words.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
A/N: Insane America is insane. Review is you wish.